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“You did well yourself.” Lucas’ voice made her startle. She turned to find him pulling himself over the side in a power move that made his arm muscles bulge. He hadn’t even waited for her to open the gate. He’d boarded her boat like a pirate and she didn’t mind a bit.
In fact, she could kiss him right now, and it took all her willpower not to.
She slumped onto one of the padded benches in the wheelhouse as if her marionette strings had been cut. All the willpower she’d used to keep her boat from capsizing drained out of her. “I’m so tired,” she mumbled.
“I bet you are. It’s hard work, fighting the entire ocean.” He must have gone through it too—his thermal shirt clung to his chest and his hair was thick with salt. While she recovered on the bench, he climbed onto the bow and dropped
